| Hi Mario
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| Fre 'how is it?
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| I just tell you that
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| I came to Corni today
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| It has degenerated and I still have to sleep
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| I'm counting the turns the earth completes in a year
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| As time goes by, friends filter out, I discard those to dad
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| It is not new, if from below, between ', then a bastard is born
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| This dust does not improve, but flies like in May
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| Like on a motorbike I run, like a train I come back
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| But don't expect me to take you back
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| Concrete walls from the sides
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| This bitter cold has frozen my chest
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| My civilization advertises
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| With eyes covered by the good life
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| I don't know, between, solidarity
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| If there is a parasite in the antibodies
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| I'm afraid the time is over, even this barrel is over
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| Stopped with the engine off, I keep my waist
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| You have no words to distract us
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| Even the best you have would not be enough
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| Of all the places I could end up getting myself
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| We never liked being normal
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| Because when she calls me
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| I feel forebodings
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| And in some ways I pretend you appreciate
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| Well, what to do
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| I don't have a king of hearts
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| With you I think
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| Give the guards names
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| They didn't understand that above the set
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| What would you say about this score?
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| Well, see you
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| There is no use in mocking
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| Out of the herd run that
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| They will not be able to correct us
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| Tedua, we're flowers outside
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| I have no holes in the wall
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| If I take care of my ass, paraculi
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| You have shields, sorry
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| We are cousins, we are sewing bent over
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| And the back bends us in QT
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| Give it to others
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| Notes, written and arduous ahh
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| Compensate for the damage done
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| The search is misleading
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| While he is making it to me, my brother is spreading it
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| Off weight in the middle of autumn
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| The use of words is essential, sensual
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| Without a sensory sense
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| It is to try to internalize evil in yourself
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| For intentional text, ah well
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| My gang is fucking flying
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| We have to go through another step by step
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| Or to the kings of kings I will be the heir of my crazy drepa
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| To you who play the boss in the scene
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| But you didn't bother your ass
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| I know you want some of my flow
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| But it is not on loan for use
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| Because when she calls me she
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| I feel forebodings
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| And in some ways I pretend you appreciate
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| Well, what to do
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| I don't have a king of hearts
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| With you I think
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| Give the guards names
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| They didn't understand that above the set
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| What would this score say?
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| Well, see you
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| There is no use in mocking
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| Out of the herd run that
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| They will not be able to correct us |